Ok, its not a song, but it has a train in it, specifically the train that interfered with my skinny dipping. Well, actually I wore my snazzy new retro '60's bathing suit, while other people went skinny dipping, so, strictly speaking its a story about other people skinny dipping that features a train.
In most places, even the most vigorous summer thunderstorms are typified by low rolling peals and claps, here it's more like someone shoving a bookcase down a long flight of stairs.
coquettish crack whores
sanctioned skinny dipping
and a 1000 pound safe sitting on a street corner that defied both my best efforts at alliteration and dragging it home.
The evening started out quietly enough, but somehow ended up with transvestites who matched their electric blue hair to their electric blue skirt, Harry Anderson and Roller Girls trying to drink each other under the table. Oh, and a lot of people drawing on each other with Sharpies.
Pardon the intrusion on your lacustrine micturitions, but I feel it necessary to post a comment here every hundredth time you crack me up and my counter just rolled over.
Your posts amuse me greatly. Ever onward to solidly reasoned, humanistic opinions and high comedy at the expense of self-parodying buffoons!
Sleep and bourbon applied in appropriate doses. Things are now much better.
On a slightly bilious note, however, I realized this morning that they stole my wheelbarrow.
Who the fuck steals a wheelbarrow? I can't believe that there's a big black market traffic in used wheelbarrows, it won't fit in a standard car, and it weighs about 40 pounds and they had to lift it... Read More
Exam is done and I'm pretty confident I passed. Law students still don't fucking flush. I would be happier but for the exhaustion and the fact that some dipshits stole a bunch of stuff out of my yard that was going to go into the garage but hadn't quite made it owing to the studying. Nothing valuable (I don't think, it was all in boxes)... Read More
Attentive readers will recall that I found it amusing that there were signs to remind law students at an affluent private university to flush the toilet.
Having spent the day in close quarters with several hundred recent law school graduates I can now report that those signs are both necessary and ignored.